Prussia freezes, and his shoulders tremble under Romano’s fingertips--not laughter, he’s too tight to be snickering. But a moment more, and Prussia chuckles, still tense, and reaches down to squeeze Romano’s limp dick. “Little problem there,” Prussia says, almost apologetic. “It looks like your libido isn’t as awesome as mine.”
And Romano smiles, hides that smile in the crook of Prussia’s neck as he laughs nervously. And then he says it:
“Fuck me anyway.”
Prussia nods, nipping at Romano’s throat just a bit, just to get him to groan, and then he slowly pushes in. Romano tries to ease his body, it’s not too hard when he’s coming off an orgasm, but there’s still a little gasp that comes out when Prussia fills him. His size and shape is different from anyone else that Romano let in, which isn’t really all that of a long list to begin with, but it feels so good he grinds down on it all the same.
It makes Prussia hiss a curse and buck his hips up, and it takes seconds for them to find a nice pace where Romano meets every thrust with a grind. Prussia’s a talker during sex, it seems, but none of it is words Romano can make out, though it all sounds vaguely like German. He’d always been certain hearing German would turn him off, take him out of the mood, but coming out of Prussia it sounds almost melodious, neither harsh nor grating.
Romano grips Prussia’s biceps, which are bulging out from how tightly he in turn is gripping Romano’s hips; there will be a mark, no doubt, and perhaps even bruising. The thought makes Romano moan, a little, and Prussia echoes it much more loudly, thrusting into him again. He’s becoming more frantic, and it is harder for Romano to keep up the pace; Romano knows that Prussia is close to finishing, and reaches for his balls. He gives them a long, slow tug, and then Prussia’s body goes stiff and he plunges deep into Romano to let everything go.
It’s fascinating, watching everything without arousal clouding his eyes, his mind, and every pore in his body. Everything feels clearer, sharper, the outlines of Prussia’s body solid and here and real as Prussia tenses, curls in, and bites his lip and comes, pulsing inside Romano’s body.
Romano gets to see his eyes squeezed shut, teeth biting his lower lip so hard that the skin turns white. He gets to watch every moment of Prussia’s orgasm--hisses become pants and squeezed-shut eyes relax. Prussia’s lips part, then, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. His body, glazed with sweat, gleams in the sunbeams sprawled over their bed.
Beautiful, Romano thinks, and reaches up with his thumb to rub Prussia’s lip where his teeth dug in.
And then Prussia collapses on top of Romano, too-hot and heavy and if he starts snoring, Romano will fucking scream.
“H-hey!” Romano says, and he feels his cheeks puffing out as he prods Prussia’s side with his finger. “Y-your side of the bed is over there, you rude--”
And then Prussia snores right in his ear, wrapping his arms around Romano’s hip. Romano freezes, mid-poke, and in his startled silence gets to appreciate the situation. It’s a lovely afternoon in New York City; Prussia is snoring in his ear, arms glued to his waist. Romano’s come smears between their bodies.
Prussia is here. Sleeping, on him. Not in the shower, or yanking his socks on while muttering bitter German curses. Just--here.
...He did it on purpose, just to prove Romano wrong. And all Romano can do is throw his arm across his eyes and laugh.
Romano falls asleep to Prussia’s face playing across his eyelids; coming, teasing, smiling--
and staying.
END CHAPTER 4
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a!note: I am really glad that you guys are continuing to enjoy this; we are getting so much pleasure out of writing it! I will be a bit busy this weekend, at AnimeNext, so the next installment may be a bit delayed. If you'll be at anext, look for me; I'm selling Hetalia bookmarks, buttons, and prints in the Artists Alley!
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [4g/?]
And Romano smiles, hides that smile in the crook of Prussia’s neck as he laughs nervously. And then he says it:
“Fuck me anyway.”
Prussia nods, nipping at Romano’s throat just a bit, just to get him to groan, and then he slowly pushes in. Romano tries to ease his body, it’s not too hard when he’s coming off an orgasm, but there’s still a little gasp that comes out when Prussia fills him. His size and shape is different from anyone else that Romano let in, which isn’t really all that of a long list to begin with, but it feels so good he grinds down on it all the same.
It makes Prussia hiss a curse and buck his hips up, and it takes seconds for them to find a nice pace where Romano meets every thrust with a grind. Prussia’s a talker during sex, it seems, but none of it is words Romano can make out, though it all sounds vaguely like German. He’d always been certain hearing German would turn him off, take him out of the mood, but coming out of Prussia it sounds almost melodious, neither harsh nor grating.
Romano grips Prussia’s biceps, which are bulging out from how tightly he in turn is gripping Romano’s hips; there will be a mark, no doubt, and perhaps even bruising. The thought makes Romano moan, a little, and Prussia echoes it much more loudly, thrusting into him again. He’s becoming more frantic, and it is harder for Romano to keep up the pace; Romano knows that Prussia is close to finishing, and reaches for his balls. He gives them a long, slow tug, and then Prussia’s body goes stiff and he plunges deep into Romano to let everything go.
It’s fascinating, watching everything without arousal clouding his eyes, his mind, and every pore in his body. Everything feels clearer, sharper, the outlines of Prussia’s body solid and here and real as Prussia tenses, curls in, and bites his lip and comes, pulsing inside Romano’s body.
Romano gets to see his eyes squeezed shut, teeth biting his lower lip so hard that the skin turns white. He gets to watch every moment of Prussia’s orgasm--hisses become pants and squeezed-shut eyes relax. Prussia’s lips part, then, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. His body, glazed with sweat, gleams in the sunbeams sprawled over their bed.
Beautiful, Romano thinks, and reaches up with his thumb to rub Prussia’s lip where his teeth dug in.
And then Prussia collapses on top of Romano, too-hot and heavy and if he starts snoring, Romano will fucking scream.
“H-hey!” Romano says, and he feels his cheeks puffing out as he prods Prussia’s side with his finger. “Y-your side of the bed is over there, you rude--”
And then Prussia snores right in his ear, wrapping his arms around Romano’s hip. Romano freezes, mid-poke, and in his startled silence gets to appreciate the situation. It’s a lovely afternoon in New York City; Prussia is snoring in his ear, arms glued to his waist. Romano’s come smears between their bodies.
Prussia is here. Sleeping, on him. Not in the shower, or yanking his socks on while muttering bitter German curses. Just--here.
...He did it on purpose, just to prove Romano wrong. And all Romano can do is throw his arm across his eyes and laugh.
Romano falls asleep to Prussia’s face playing across his eyelids; coming, teasing, smiling--
and staying.
END CHAPTER 4
--
a!note: I am really glad that you guys are continuing to enjoy this; we are getting so much pleasure out of writing it! I will be a bit busy this weekend, at AnimeNext, so the next installment may be a bit delayed. If you'll be at anext, look for me; I'm selling Hetalia bookmarks, buttons, and prints in the Artists Alley!
Again, you guys, thank you ^infinity.